Moonspear they come and go and go and come and go.

In hindsight, Penn was not at all surprised that his solitude was interrupted. There were 300 wolves in his new pack—obviously one of them would show up. He was surprised to find that it actually wasn’t a pack mate that appeared. At least, it wasn’t one he was aware was a pack mate.

Penn blinked stupidly at her, his face twisting into a surprised frown. ”Towhee?” he asked, mirroring her, ”D’you live here? …did I know that?” He wracked his brain, but couldn’t recall a memory where anyone had informed him of his sister’s presence here. God sister. Aunt. Non-related miscellaneous relative.